Resetting Lady - Chapter 115

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Why is he here? Karen wondered. He didn’t answer. Unlike what he said to Verdick, he didn’t lay a hand on Karen even once. He just asks. Dulan answered Karen while looking at the door.

“To, to time it.”

“…What time.”

Karen asked Dulan.

Dulan answered Karen.

“The time you need to die.”

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“Damn bastards.”

Verdick gritted his teeth. It was obvious who was pointing guns at them. Raymond Seyertes, that damn son of a bitch. It was fortunate that the King had sent down soldiers in plain clothes, otherwise if they had been his personal troops, they would have all been shot dead.

“There were orders to handle this thoroughly.”

Of course. That’s how it should be. No matter how old and dying the King was, he still had that much influence. Verdick was a foreign merchant with no patriotism, but he understood desperately with the heart of a parent who had lost a child. Those who have been robbed can never die in peace.

“What do you think the situation is like now?”

When Verdick asked, one soldier answered briefly. His voice was full of dissatisfaction.

“Mr. Verdick Evans, we should have cut off that woman’s head from the beginning and sent it to His Majesty.”

“…So it’s not going very well.”

Verdick looked pathetically at the soldier who was trying to shift responsibility to him in this situation and shouted to the coachman.

“Get Isella out of here! I’ll finish up and leave!”

Isella came running out with a pale face. Verdick grabbed Isella’s arm.

“The situation isn’t good. I’ll show you that bitch’s head later.”

“Fa, Father. What on earth is this situation right now?”

“Go. That bastard Raymond seems to have come now.”

He should have loved his daughter. He had to repay his debt. Verdick gritted his teeth.

“Start moving!”

Verdick pushed Isella into the carriage. Isella said to Verdick.

“Father, you should escape together too.”

Isella grabbed Verdick’s sleeve. But Verdick pulled his daughter’s hand away.

“I won’t leave until I cut off that bitch’s head.”

Verdick’s eyes were bloodshot red. Because he hadn’t slept properly and sparks had gotten in his eyes. Verdick felt as if he had been born to slaughter that woman, that red-haired bitch. He would never go back until he cut off her head.

“Father, just go back. It’s too dangerous.”

“Hurry up and start the carriage!”

Verdick roughly closed the carriage door. Verdick could not forgive them. Raymond, Karen, and even Dulan. Verdick hadn’t told his daughter, but his suspicions about Dulan were also growing more and more.

“Why hasn’t Karen’s head been taken in this situation yet?”

Why hasn’t that bastard killed Karen yet? Even at this point when Raymond is coming?

Verdick picked up an axe. And the iron door was broken.

“Move aside! I’ll handle this myself!”

“It’s dangerous!”

“What have you people accomplished! Inside there’s just one withered priest and one woman! Just block the entrance properly!”

Verdick ran up the stairs. Though they were dark stairs, he wasn’t afraid. Anger dominated him. He ran up the stairs. Gripping the axe tightly in his hand.

He would slaughter that bitch with his own hands.

* * *

The wind blew fiercely. It swept through the tower.

Karen didn’t understand what Dulan said and asked again.

“What did you just say?”

“….”

Dulan looks down at the bottom of the tower. And says again.

“…Jump, jump down. If, if you don’t jump down now… Verdick will co, come.”

Of course, Dulan’s words weren’t about there being safety measures below or anything like that. Karen looks down. He’s telling her to die.

“Lord Raymond has come.”

But Dulan says again. He speaks urgently.

“Ka, Karen.”

“….”

“Soon, in a little while, you, you’ll understand too. This… will be a comfort to you.”

“….”

“Hurry.”

Karen looks. She grabs the window frame. She couldn’t understand why Dulan was telling her to jump down now. She couldn’t understand why he was telling her to die. But if it meant getting even the slightest hint, Karen could do anything. That’s what she thought.

“But this place is… and today is.”

“This is fa, familiar to you, isn’t it?”

Dulan’s retort was right. Death was routine for Karen. This wasn’t particularly different either. Even if the middle was different, the conclusion wasn’t different. Before too, Verdick had done this.

Bang.

“…Why are you saying such things?”

What does that have to do with you. Karen wanted to ask. Dulan doesn’t answer. It’s always like that. He’s always evasive. But now there’s no time to ask.

“Who are you?”

Dulan pushes Karen’s shoulder urgently.

“Because I won the bet.”

“…What?”

“This will, will… help you.”

Karen looks at the dizzying height. She hadn’t heard wrong. Now is the time to die. Jump down from there and die. That’s what Dulan is saying now. When Karen hesitates, Dulan speaks again.

“Are, are you a, afraid of dying?”

“…It’s not that.”

Karen shook her head.

“It’s not that…. Today isn’t the day I die. Dulan, today isn’t the day.”

This time everything happened too quickly. Whether it was because of Karen’s actions, or because Dulan was timing things as he said. But Karen could imagine herself fallen on that floor below, down there after the fall.

“I won’t die. I’ve fallen from this kind of height before.”

Karen remembers the terrible pain. She remembers the pain of her whole body breaking. She had fallen from a similar height before. It was the same then too. Just as Karen couldn’t die before that day no matter how hard she struggled until now, it would be the same this time. Even if her limbs were twisted and all the bones in her body were broken, she couldn’t die before that day.

“Today isn’t the day.”

“…This, this time will be different.”

Bang!

It’s close. Karen turned her head. He’s coming.

“Open this door right now!”

Bang!

Verdick’s shouting voice can be heard. He’s pounding on the door. Karen felt a strong sense of déjà vu at his familiar voice. This time there were many variables, but in the end it was Verdick again. This time too. This time too.

“But….”

“Karen!”

And another voice is heard. Raymond’s voice. Before she knew it, he had come close. He gestures to Karen who is leaning her upper body out the window. His face is bright red.

“Just stay there for a moment….”

And he turns his body again and aims his gun somewhere. Bang! The sound of someone else dying is heard. Outside the door, Verdick is breaking down the door, and Raymond is running toward her from below the tower.

Karen looks at Raymond.

“But Lord Raymond has come.”

Karen muttered. He had come. This time in a similar situation. He was always late. But he had come.

“I promised to be courteous to that man.”

“…What courtesy.”

Dulan’s short hair also flutters in the wind. Karen said to Dulan.

“To try until the end. That is, to live.”

Karen points at Raymond with her finger.

“Like that.”

Dulan looks at her knight moving at Karen’s fingertip.

“Yes, yes… that man.”

“Look. Right? In this situation… still…. He’s never come on time even once.”

Karen wrapped her arms around herself. The wind was blowing, Dulan was beside her, and Verdick was breaking down the door with an axe outside, yet strangely there was a sense of peace.

“If I’m going to die anyway, it doesn’t matter if I wait a little longer.”

Karen saw it. She saw Raymond’s efforts. Even if her neck were to be cut, let her wait a little longer. Karen didn’t want to die right now. She didn’t want to turn those efforts into nothing. If she died, everything would return to the beginning once again.

Memories don’t overlap. Time doesn’t accumulate. That Raymond would no longer exist except for this moment. The person might be the same, but the memories would be gone. The moments of suspicion, sympathy, and choosing again despite it all would disappear.

Karen hated that.

But Dulan seemed displeased with this. Dulan spoke from behind Karen.

“I’ll help you. You won the bet.”

Karen didn’t know what had happened for a moment.

The world turned upside down.

The sound of wind swept by strongly.

Her head spun around and around. And it hurt.

Dulan pushed Karen’s back.

It was literally by chance that Karen didn’t fall immediately at that moment. Karen’s clothes caught on the window frame. Karen felt her two legs swaying in the air.

“You, you right now….”

Karen stretched out one arm and barely managed to grab the window frame. But she hadn’t grasped it properly – literally just her fingers were hooked over it. And with the strong wind blowing, the light Karen was swaying as the wind carried her. Karen gasped for breath.

“What, what are you doing?”

Dulan approached the window frame. The top window was enormous. Dulan leaned his body out the window and extended his hand. Then he grabbed Karen’s wrist. Karen hung from Dulan’s arm.

“Are, are you afraid of dying?”

“What are you doing right now!”

“You’ve been like this since you were young.”

Karen was angry. She hated Dulan. He wouldn’t say anything properly, yet he was trying to kill her. Was her end in this life going to be Dulan, not Raymond, not even Verdick?

Dulan walked toward Karen’s fingertips. Dulan looked down at her.

“Now, now you won’t be afraid.”

“What?”

Bang!

“Of course… right now… that doesn’t mean you’ll live. Even, even if I pull you up from here now, the end will still be….”

Bang!

“You’ll die by Verdick’s hand.”

Karen was breathless. She couldn’t quite understand what he was saying right now. What she could choose now was only the difference between dying by Verdick’s hand or dying by Dulan’s hand. Why was he telling her to choose that? Why was he speaking as if it were something significant?

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